It is said that Yang An mistakenly thought that Liu Xianglian and Qin Keqing's son was a member of the Liu family. During the competition, he hit too hard, and the child's ribs were fractured on the spot. By chance, he met a girl from Liuzhuang who went to the Forbidden City to deliver something to her boyfriend, and heard Yang An mention it In the family, they also beat him more than a dozen times in the name of martial arts competition. Yang An had to be scolded by the elders in turn. His uncle hadn't come back yet, so in the evening Lin Daiyu and his wife took him to Liu's house to apologize.
Liuzhuang was a personal soldier of Jarvis, so he naturally followed him. The two met again at Lin's house. Yang An quietly pulled Liuzhuang and said they would compete again tomorrow. Liuzhuang refused: "No time."
Lin Daiyu scolded: "You hurt Tong'er, and we all can't bear it, let alone feel bad. Do you still have time to compete in martial arts? Where have all your heart gone?" Yang An bowed his head and did not dare to say a word.
Jarvis also said: "You are the commander-in-chief. Leading troops and forming formations, knowing people and utilizing them well are all important. Martial arts are not as important as these. Everyone in the Liu family is busy and has no time to compete with you every day. Don't think that you are still worthy. You are young, and your days go by in the blink of an eye. It is important to see more and travel around the capital while you are here to gain experience." Yang An agreed honestly.
So they went to Liu's house. Zuo was just trying to get Yang An to admit his mistake and apologize. Although Qin Keqing was angry, she couldn't really do anything to him. Liu Xianglian was happy on the contrary, and said to her daughter-in-law: "I asked him to learn martial arts since he was a child, but he is very lazy. You're at a disadvantage, aren't you? This time I met Yang An, and I don't know what will happen if I meet someone else next time. When he gets better, I'll catch him learning martial arts, and you can't stop him!"
Qin Keqing also realized that his son's skills were not as good as others, and sighed: "It doesn't matter, I won't stop you, just don't hurt him through training."
Liu Xianglian waved her hand and said, "How can you be so weak?"
The matter was over for a while. Several people unconsciously started talking about the Forbidden City Museum. Liu Xianglian looked at Yang An and asked him how he felt in the Forbidden City. Yang An said: "I just arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple."
Liu Xianglian said: "Let's go tomorrow."
Yang An asked: "Is the little emperor still there? Let's see what he looks like tomorrow. I have seen many foreign emperors in my life, but I have never seen the Chinese emperor."
Qin Keqing said: "The one in the palace is pretending. He has really gone out." Yang An was curious and asked where the real little saint was. Qin Keqing wrote him an address.
The next day, Yang An walked around the camp, explained some matters to his soldiers, and then went to see the emperor at the address given by Qin Keqing.
The current saint is the fifth son of the Supreme Emperor and has been out of the palace for two years. He has to open a powder shop with the help of the eunuch and his mother's natal family. The powder recipe is originally from the palace, and the people who help him with the work are also from the palace. He is a man with good things and a good business. Yang An is not particular about his clothes, and he did not bring any casual clothes for this march. He washed the clothes he wore yesterday, washed them in the evening and dried them in the morning, so he put them on again. I was looking at makeup products in the emperor's shop. Unfortunately, the people inside were all busy and I didn't see the owner.
As a pirate, he is the most perceptive. Yang An suddenly felt a line of sight behind him and quickly looked around. Suddenly he saw a monk looking at him. The monk was seven feet tall, dark and fat, and he didn't look away when Yang An noticed it. , but looked at him more and more wildly. Yang An frowned slightly: Monk visiting the powder shop? Is it Monk Hua? The monk flashed and walked into the back of the shop - he was a practicing practitioner.
After waiting for half a day, the monk didn't come out, and the feeling of being watched came again. Yang An planned to go back and tell Jarvis about the matter. Now that he came to the powder shop, he picked two boxes for the master. He didn't understand powder either.
I looked around for a few times and bought a box of each of the three or four most expensive powders. When I was checking out, a man dressed as a waiter came out from the back of the shop. He looked to be less than fifty years old and told the cashier: "The shopkeeper is looking for you, I will come."
Let's go." The accountant put down the abacus and left. Yang An pretended to be a nobody and waited to settle the accounts. Yang An had a good memory. As soon as the old man came out, he recognized: Yesterday, there were some eunuchs guarding the door of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
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While the old man was settling the accounts, he joked: "Did the uncle buy this for his sweet wife?"
"No." Yang An said, "I have been staying at someone else's house recently, and I have given some gifts to the hostess. I don't know how to buy women's things. I was wandering around today and happened to see this shop."
"That's it." The old man said with a smile, "No wonder I only pick expensive things." Yang An chuckled. After settling the bill, the old man smiled again and said, "It's just makeup. It's not convenient for a foreigner to give it to a woman."
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Yang An was stunned: "Ah?" He really didn't know this.
The old man whispered: "It's meant to be a joke."
"Ah?!" Yang An was really startled, and his voice was much louder. After a while, he pulled the old man and asked in a low voice, "Then... what should I give?"
The old man shook his head: "Since you are a male guest and a female family member of the house, unless you are an old woman, it is best not to give these homely gifts."
Yang An rubbed the back of his head: Who dares to say that Lin Daiyu is an old woman and has to be kicked out of the Yan Kingdom. "Then... live and eat for free without giving anything... it's not good."
"Only for the male host." The old man said, "Since ancient times, there has been no reason for a male guest to give anything, including cosmetics, to the hostess. If you don't have enough money, it's good to buy a few snacks."
Yang An immediately said: "There is no shortage of money!"
The old man said: "Since there is no shortage of money, gold, jade, antiques and ornaments are all good."
Yang An bit his lower lip and muttered: "Those things can't be eaten or used, and Baba is just showing them..."
The old man advised: "Everyone in the world is like this, you just have to follow the routine."
Yang An frowned and looked at the powder and said: "How to deal with these things? Is it possible to go to the kiln to send the kiln sister off?"
The old man smiled and said: "It's a good idea." Yang An shrugged and picked up the powder bag. When he was about to turn around, the old man said again, "I heard the uncle's voice sounded like someone from the capital, but he didn't
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Yang An smiled and said: "I am a foreigner. I lived in the capital for two or three years when I was young, and then moved to Southeast Asia with my father."
The old man looked at him for a moment: "The uncle looks like a military master. I thought he was a royal guard. Did he move to Southeast Asia?"
Yang An was slightly shocked: "You are so kind. I am indeed a soldier. I am here on official business."
"Business mission?" The old man thought for a moment, "Could he be here to protect your country's envoy?"
"No." Yang An said casually, "The two sides exchanged information. Later we will have a few actual combat exercises with your Yan Kingdom soldiers and horses."
The old man wondered: "Is there such a thing? I have never heard of it before."
Yang An smiled and said: "There will be more and more in the future. With more business exchanges between the two countries, there will naturally be more contacts. There are many items made in Yan on the streets of our country, but they are not as exquisite as the ones you have here."
"Oh..." The old man nodded slowly.
Yang An smiled, picked up the bag and left.
As soon as he went out and jumped on his horse, the feeling of being spied on came again. Yang An pretended not to investigate and just wandered on the street. After dodging a few times on the way, he found that the fat black monk was following him. He wandered around until noon, looking for
He ordered a few side dishes and drank himself at the restaurant. After eating, he came out of the restaurant. The weather was the hottest at the moment, so he asked the waiter at the door of the restaurant where the nearest flower shop was.
The waiter asked: "What kind of flower house is your guest going to?"
Yang An said: "You can escape the heat. It's too hot in your capital, even hotter than on our island."
The waiter said: "It's only going to be hot for a few days, it'll be fine in a while." He then picked a nearby flower house with a waterside pavilion and pointed the way carefully, and finally asked, "Where is your guest from?"
"I am from the Malay Kingdom of Southeast Asia." Yang Andao said, "Our chief said that our island has a tropical climate, while your capital city has a temperate climate, and the temperate zone is hotter than the tropics."
The waiter laughed and said, "I don't understand what is warm. There is a water pavilion in the backyard of Huancai Pavilion, and there is an ice basin in Sister Yao's house." Yang An thanked him, grabbed the bag of makeup, jumped on the horse and ran away.
When he arrived at Huancai Pavilion, the old bustard was drowsy. When he saw the guest, he immediately woke up and greeted her with a smile. Without waiting for her greeting, Yang An said bluntly: "It's very hot right now. Please prepare a cool place for me."
In the house, accompanied by two girls who are fresh and not wearing heavy makeup, there is also a piano player who can play some quiet songs to cool down."
The old madam asked hurriedly: "Master, are you ready to eat?"
"Yes." Yang An said, "No wine, just a pot of good tea. It's too hot." The old madam agreed, turned around and made some arrangements, and personally led Yang An to the waterside pavilion at the back.
The business in the flower house was slow at the moment, and Yang An had to choose from various houses. He chose one, which was sandwiched under two big willow trees. It was ventilated and cool on all sides. The old bustard was praising Yang An for his eye-catching eyes and two pink heads.
They came in. They were only wearing green and white gauze clothes, light makeup and no jewelry. Yang An nodded, pointing to the paper bag casually left on the desk: "Here, I bought a few kinds of makeup first, you pick two
Let's play with it." The two fans thanked him and took out the powder boxes from their bags. They were immediately surprised - they knew the price of these powders. The look in Yang An's eyes changed immediately. The old madam became more and more happy, and suddenly
He kept shouting for someone to bring in an ice basin.
Not long after, the ice basin, tea and snacks, and the piano girl came. Yang An also cooled down a little, smiled and drank tea and listened to music, and fell asleep on the couch after a while. The old bustard poked his head outside and waved.
A fan went out, warned her for a long time, and then sent her back in.
Yang An slept for half an hour, woke up leisurely, and stretched his waist comfortably. Fantou hurriedly came over to serve. Yang An lazily joked with them. One of the fans asked about his origins, and Yang An said casually.
Every fan is curious: "What does Nanyang look like? Is it the place where cocoa tea is produced?"
Yang An smiled and said: "Nanyang is much simpler than your place, and it has only gotten better in recent years. Cocoa tea is indeed one of our pillar industries." At this moment, the feeling of being spied on came again. His eyes quietly slipped around,
There was a half-figure leaning against the window on the west side. He then briefly talked about the customs and customs of Southeast Asia, which made the pink-headed Qin girl startled.
A fan asked: "Uncle, are you in the cocoa tea business?"
"No." Yang An smiled, "I am a soldier."
"It turns out to be Master Jun~~Master Jun, do you use muskets?"
"Yes! But you are not allowed to take it out from the camp, otherwise I will show it to you."
"Oh, we really envy that one. It would be great if the military master could be brought out. The military master is from Nanyang, why did he come to the capital?"
The two fans were talking to each other, and it was obvious that they were trying to trick Yang An. Yang An only did not investigate, and chatted with them half-truths and half-falsies. After chatting for a while, Yang An mentioned that he had gone to the Political Affairs Hall yesterday to do something.
The two fans looked at each other and one said: "I heard that the political hall is near the palace, is it true?"
Yang An's heart moved, and she shook her body triumphantly: "Really. I went in for a while yesterday."
Fantou exclaimed: "Master Jun has entered the palace?" "Master Jun is so rich. It's very valuable to get there. It costs eight thousand silver."
Yang An was stunned: "No! I went to your military headquarters to make an order and then went in."
The fans said in unison: "Impossible! It's really eight thousand silver dollars per person."
Yang An spread his hands: "I actually went in with the order. No one asked me for money."
Fantou admired it for a long time and asked: "Master Jun, you think you have finished visiting the Forbidden City?"
Yang Anxin thought: Is there such a cliche? It's too unnatural. He also roughly guessed the reason. The fat black monk was in the same group as the old man in the rouge shop. Even if he is not a saint, he must be with him.
He has something to do with him. The old man was among the group of eunuchs at the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple yesterday. Because he had no beard and his voice was not shrill, Yang An was not sure whether he was a real eunuch or a pretend eunuch. Anyway, he didn't see him entering the Ancestral Temple, but he saw
He and his Liu brothers and sisters left the Ancestral Temple. He must have told his accomplices about it last night. Because he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and his appearance was similar to what the old man said, the monk took a look at him in the makeup shop.
After a while, they would go back to the old man for confirmation. In this case, they would not know what their true identity was.
These two fanboys were not very good at talking tricks, and they were obviously not careful. The fat black monk followed him, and he was probably a fanboy hired with temporary money. Yang Ansui smiled bitterly and said: "I just started shopping, and I met a boy by chance. Look at him.
He looked and talked like a martial artist. My hands were itchy and I invited him to compete. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help but hit me so hard that he broke my bones with his first move. I really didn't know he was so useless.
Ah! I don’t really have the ability to pretend to be a big clove of garlic! Those bones break like porcelain when touched."
Fantou complimented him for a long time, saying that the military master was so heroic and majestic. One of them said: "The military master is so capable that he can become a royal guard in the capital."
Yang An couldn't help but laugh. Needless to say, Director Qin's researchers were afraid that Liu Zhuang's defeat would spread throughout the Forbidden City, and both the real and fake eunuchs would know about it. The fat black monk probably wanted to test his ability.
For the sake of bragging, he shook his head with a sullen face and said, "No, your Imperial Guards are still more powerful. I fought a Imperial Guardsman more than ten times yesterday, and I couldn't beat him even once. That boy is fair and tender, young, and has great martial arts skills."
That's great. I'm very convinced." After hearing this, Fan Tou quickly comforted him. Yang An clicked his tongue and said, "He is a sergeant! Only with such high martial arts skills can he be a sergeant!"
I thought that the fans would ask what the sergeant was, but unexpectedly they started asking about Yang An's money again. Yang An said: "The soldiers' pay in our Malay country must be higher than that here." The fans wanted to ask more, but Yang An asked
No more talking, just let the piano girl play the piano. The fans looked at each other and stopped talking, and everyone listened to the piano together. After half a song, half of the figure outside the west window had disappeared.